Disclaimer: As usual I do not own Harry Potter. And I'm doing this for the
love of a story.
Three letters awaited Hermoine Granger at her desk early in the morning of August. She smiled as she saw whom it was from. Harry, Ron and Ginny. Opening Ron's first, she smirked at its contents
Dear 'Moine,
We had a blast at Harry's birthday and we wished you were here.
Love Ron.
"That was short," she snorted as she opened Harry's letter. Ron can be a bit irritating even if he didn't try. "It's like reading a telegram." At least Harry's letter was a bit longer.
Dear Hermoine,
I am sorry that you missed my birthday here at the Burrow. At least we will see each other in a week. You are still coming here, aren't you? I can't wait to show you Ginny's present to me. I was wondering if you could do me a favor? I'll tell you when you get here.
Love Harry
"Ginny's gift?" Hermoine thought to herself. What did the girl give him that made him exited? Looking at Ginny's letter, she opened it hoping for a clue to this mystery.
Dear Hermoine,
Oh my God! Harry hugged me like there was no tomorrow! He REALLY appreciated my gift! Oh, you should have seen him, he was soooo cute. The bad side was Fred and George were teasing me until I went to bed. But the good outweighed the bad. I can't wait for you to arrive and I'll tell you the whole story.
Love Ginny
Hermoine frowned interested in what the young witch would tell her. She and Ginny became best friends in the middle of her fifth year. She knew all of Ginny's secrets and the young witch knew all of hers. Including a particular interest for someone so dense. If he would be any denser, light would start to bend around HIM.
Her curiosity finally taking over, she took her quill and parchment and began to write.
Dear Harry and Ron,
I really missed you guys and can't wait to see you again. Please tell Ron to do his assignments. I'll be hiding mine from him since her literally ransacked my things last summer. I'm really looking forward in seeing both of you and you can tell me everything that happened.
Love Hermoine
Dear Ginny,
Give me the details when I arrive. Can't wait to hear them
Love Hermoine
"Hermoine dear!" her mother called from downstairs. "Could you go to the grocers for me?"
"Sure mum!" Hermoine tucked the two letters inside her jacket and went out.
Hermoine was returning from the grocers a few hours later carrying two bags of grocery. Her body was set on automatic towards home for her mind wandered elsewhere. It reached to a certain place where a certain red head lived. She was "distracted" so she did not see the men in front of her when she bumped into them.
"Hey!" one of them shouted.
(Great) Hermoine thought. (Nice going Hermoine. Of all the people in London you bumped into Draco Malfoy)
"Out of my way, Malfoy," Hermoine said curtly as she tried to pass.
"Oh look! A mudblood walking in a dirty town," he and his friends laughed. Hermoine merely smirked.
"You call that an insult?" Hermoine laughed in his face. "I've heard muggles insults that will make yours sound like sweet talk." Draco's face flared at her insult. Through the years, Hermoine learned to control her temper. That gave her an advantage over the Slytherin.
"You'll pay for that, mudblood!" Draco threatened. "Puh-lease," Hermoine rolled her eyes. "You're not even worth giving the time of day. Not even worth as food for the worms." Draco's hands suddenly flew and Hermoine didn't have anytime to react.
Draco's fist connected but not on Hermoine's face, but on the palm of a stranger in black. Draco was more astonished than Hermoine and judging from the looks of Draco's friends, the man came from nowhere.
"Has chivalry died in the country that practically invented it?" the stranger asked in a pleasant but warning voice. "To lift a hand on a lady is a great sin."
"Bug off," Draco pulled his hand loose and stepped back. "This does not concern you." the stranger looked at Hermoine with kindness that was familiar to her. His amethyst eyes showed concern but when he faced Draco, it showed death.
"It concerns me that a peasant would strike a lady of stature," his smile that he showed Malfoy made the Slytherin flinch. "In the old days we flog people like that." Draco was now trembling. Hermoine noticed that he was more afraid now than he was ever before. Not even when Mad Eye Moody turned him into a weasel could compare his fear. It was worse than being near a Dementor, for him actually.
"Never has anyone threaten a Malfoy with pain!" Draco said but Hermoine noticed the fear in his voice.
"Really," the man looked into Draco's eyes. "Should I be frightened?"
Draco suddenly pulled out his wand, making Hermoine gasp. He was about to curse this nice muggle!
"Expe..." the man casually raised his hand and Draco suddenly clutched his throat. He seemed to have troubled breathing. His friends, wands drawn came to help but the man waved at them.
"You will all leave," he said without any force. Looking at each other, Draco's so called friends left him in the clutches of the man.
"Fine friends he had there," he smiled at Hermoine. She couldn't fathom what had happened. Also she couldn't believe he could jump from one emotion to another in an instance. But Draco was clearly in pain. She suddenly felt a pang of guilt. That came with a conscience that the Slytherin lacked.
"Sir?" she asked fearing for his wrath. "Please release him."
"As you wish, my lady," he said calmly. Then Draco felt air in his lungs once again as he struggled to fill them. "I would suggest that you leave," he said. Malfoy quickly grabbed his wand and ran after his so called friends.
"You will be fine, my lady," he assured her. He said it with much confidence that even Hermoine started to believe him.
"Thank you," she said. He swung around and she noticed his hair was thigh long and in a single braid. He smiled and bowed formally to her.
"Always a pleasure," he said and handed her two envelopes. "You dropped this." Hermoine blushed as she took her letters that she supposed she had dropped during Malfoy's attack.
"I was about to send them," she admitted shyly. Suddenly an owl perched on his shoulder and looked at her expectantly.
"He is waiting," he let the owl perch on her shoulder and she smiled at it.
"Thank you," she turned to face the man but only talked to the air. She found that she was alone in the street and no sign that proved otherwise. Frowning in confusion, she started home again, waiting to tell someone about the encounter.
The Burrow
Harry lay on his bed looking intently on the watch Ginny had gave him. . his watch. He didn't ask where she had gotten it. It would be rude but he thought of something else. Harry was keener to spot the obvious more than his best friend. Hell, he noticed that Ron saw something more to Hermoine than "just a friend."
Ginny had gone through the trouble of buying him such a gift and he did feel that he should return the favor. He decided to take it slow and see where it goes.
First he must find her the perfect gift.
End of 2
Three letters awaited Hermoine Granger at her desk early in the morning of August. She smiled as she saw whom it was from. Harry, Ron and Ginny. Opening Ron's first, she smirked at its contents
Dear 'Moine,
We had a blast at Harry's birthday and we wished you were here.
Love Ron.
"That was short," she snorted as she opened Harry's letter. Ron can be a bit irritating even if he didn't try. "It's like reading a telegram." At least Harry's letter was a bit longer.
Dear Hermoine,
I am sorry that you missed my birthday here at the Burrow. At least we will see each other in a week. You are still coming here, aren't you? I can't wait to show you Ginny's present to me. I was wondering if you could do me a favor? I'll tell you when you get here.
Love Harry
"Ginny's gift?" Hermoine thought to herself. What did the girl give him that made him exited? Looking at Ginny's letter, she opened it hoping for a clue to this mystery.
Dear Hermoine,
Oh my God! Harry hugged me like there was no tomorrow! He REALLY appreciated my gift! Oh, you should have seen him, he was soooo cute. The bad side was Fred and George were teasing me until I went to bed. But the good outweighed the bad. I can't wait for you to arrive and I'll tell you the whole story.
Love Ginny
Hermoine frowned interested in what the young witch would tell her. She and Ginny became best friends in the middle of her fifth year. She knew all of Ginny's secrets and the young witch knew all of hers. Including a particular interest for someone so dense. If he would be any denser, light would start to bend around HIM.
Her curiosity finally taking over, she took her quill and parchment and began to write.
Dear Harry and Ron,
I really missed you guys and can't wait to see you again. Please tell Ron to do his assignments. I'll be hiding mine from him since her literally ransacked my things last summer. I'm really looking forward in seeing both of you and you can tell me everything that happened.
Love Hermoine
Dear Ginny,
Give me the details when I arrive. Can't wait to hear them
Love Hermoine
"Hermoine dear!" her mother called from downstairs. "Could you go to the grocers for me?"
"Sure mum!" Hermoine tucked the two letters inside her jacket and went out.
Hermoine was returning from the grocers a few hours later carrying two bags of grocery. Her body was set on automatic towards home for her mind wandered elsewhere. It reached to a certain place where a certain red head lived. She was "distracted" so she did not see the men in front of her when she bumped into them.
"Hey!" one of them shouted.
(Great) Hermoine thought. (Nice going Hermoine. Of all the people in London you bumped into Draco Malfoy)
"Out of my way, Malfoy," Hermoine said curtly as she tried to pass.
"Oh look! A mudblood walking in a dirty town," he and his friends laughed. Hermoine merely smirked.
"You call that an insult?" Hermoine laughed in his face. "I've heard muggles insults that will make yours sound like sweet talk." Draco's face flared at her insult. Through the years, Hermoine learned to control her temper. That gave her an advantage over the Slytherin.
"You'll pay for that, mudblood!" Draco threatened. "Puh-lease," Hermoine rolled her eyes. "You're not even worth giving the time of day. Not even worth as food for the worms." Draco's hands suddenly flew and Hermoine didn't have anytime to react.
Draco's fist connected but not on Hermoine's face, but on the palm of a stranger in black. Draco was more astonished than Hermoine and judging from the looks of Draco's friends, the man came from nowhere.
"Has chivalry died in the country that practically invented it?" the stranger asked in a pleasant but warning voice. "To lift a hand on a lady is a great sin."
"Bug off," Draco pulled his hand loose and stepped back. "This does not concern you." the stranger looked at Hermoine with kindness that was familiar to her. His amethyst eyes showed concern but when he faced Draco, it showed death.
"It concerns me that a peasant would strike a lady of stature," his smile that he showed Malfoy made the Slytherin flinch. "In the old days we flog people like that." Draco was now trembling. Hermoine noticed that he was more afraid now than he was ever before. Not even when Mad Eye Moody turned him into a weasel could compare his fear. It was worse than being near a Dementor, for him actually.
"Never has anyone threaten a Malfoy with pain!" Draco said but Hermoine noticed the fear in his voice.
"Really," the man looked into Draco's eyes. "Should I be frightened?"
Draco suddenly pulled out his wand, making Hermoine gasp. He was about to curse this nice muggle!
"Expe..." the man casually raised his hand and Draco suddenly clutched his throat. He seemed to have troubled breathing. His friends, wands drawn came to help but the man waved at them.
"You will all leave," he said without any force. Looking at each other, Draco's so called friends left him in the clutches of the man.
"Fine friends he had there," he smiled at Hermoine. She couldn't fathom what had happened. Also she couldn't believe he could jump from one emotion to another in an instance. But Draco was clearly in pain. She suddenly felt a pang of guilt. That came with a conscience that the Slytherin lacked.
"Sir?" she asked fearing for his wrath. "Please release him."
"As you wish, my lady," he said calmly. Then Draco felt air in his lungs once again as he struggled to fill them. "I would suggest that you leave," he said. Malfoy quickly grabbed his wand and ran after his so called friends.
"You will be fine, my lady," he assured her. He said it with much confidence that even Hermoine started to believe him.
"Thank you," she said. He swung around and she noticed his hair was thigh long and in a single braid. He smiled and bowed formally to her.
"Always a pleasure," he said and handed her two envelopes. "You dropped this." Hermoine blushed as she took her letters that she supposed she had dropped during Malfoy's attack.
"I was about to send them," she admitted shyly. Suddenly an owl perched on his shoulder and looked at her expectantly.
"He is waiting," he let the owl perch on her shoulder and she smiled at it.
"Thank you," she turned to face the man but only talked to the air. She found that she was alone in the street and no sign that proved otherwise. Frowning in confusion, she started home again, waiting to tell someone about the encounter.
The Burrow
Harry lay on his bed looking intently on the watch Ginny had gave him. . his watch. He didn't ask where she had gotten it. It would be rude but he thought of something else. Harry was keener to spot the obvious more than his best friend. Hell, he noticed that Ron saw something more to Hermoine than "just a friend."
Ginny had gone through the trouble of buying him such a gift and he did feel that he should return the favor. He decided to take it slow and see where it goes.
First he must find her the perfect gift.
End of 2